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mimiiiiiii  mi i in ii 


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TEXAN  RaNCErS. 

Published  by  If.  Morgan,  Galveston,  Texas,  Confederate  States,  1861 


They  come  !  They  come !  see  their  bayonets  bright, 
They  sparkle  and  flash  across  hollow  and  height; 
And  the  dusky  files  in  the  openings  appear, 
And  the  green  leaves  mingle  with  plume  and  spear, 
And  the  bugles  echo  the  valleys  among! 
Huzza !  like  a  torrent  they  bear  them  along. 
Would  any  the  names  of  those  warriors  know, 
They  are  Texan  Rangers  in  chase  of  the  foe. 

See  !  how  they  steal  from  the  dark-skirted  wood, 

Vault  over  the  ravine,  and  plunge  in  the  flood  ; 

Now  in  ambush  crouch  breathless — the  Yankee  is  nigh? 

Ha  !  they  shout  and  rush  at  him  gallantly — 

In  carnage  and  flame  they  are  victors  still ; 

With  vile  Northern  blood  they  are  drenching  the  hill — ■ 

Their  rifles  so  true  whence  the  death-shots  go, 

'Tis  the  Texans  who  level  in  chase  of  the  foe. 

Below  in  that  vale,  'mid  the  fury  of  fight. 

Where  steel-harnessed  horsemen  are  glittering  bright ; 

Where  the  death-game  of  battle  their  chargers  try, 

And  the  fire  of  freedom  enkindling  high, 

Of  the  blood-red  hue,  spreads  widely  and  far, 

The  herald  of  glory  and  beacon  of  war  : 

Those  chargers  that  trample  the  slain  as  they  go, 

Are  spurr'd  by  the  Texans,  who  dash  at  the  foe. 

Mark  those  brave,  with  the  enemies'  slain  overthrown, 
In  silence  they  writhe,  and  they  die  without  groan  : 
For  their  last  pulse  may  throb,  and  life's  fountain  fail. 
And  death-dews  lie  chill  on  their  visages  pale  ; 
But  their  souls  feel  no  tremor,  they  smile  in  their  pain 
Tbey  know  that  the  South  will  have  freedom  again  : 
Be  hallow'd  such  suffering,  and  bless'd  every  sigh, 
They  are  Texans,  who  know  how  to  triumph  and  die  ! 


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